Teenager bøvl

This little fellow was in trouble the other day. He’s born and raised in a nesting box in our garden. In fact the one that is hanging in the same apple tree, which supports my hammock.

Last Monday he seems to have reach teenage-hood (Notice the typical teenage expression on his face). Consequently he decided to take his first steps – or flaps – out in to the greater world.

He wasn’t too successful.

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